I used to be a hardcore F1 fan, for 20 years, but after Senna died I quit caring. I'll never forget I had the race at Imola in 1994 on tape, but was out of town that weekend and hadn't seen it yet. When my alarm radio turned on Monday morning I was almost awake and I thought I heard the newsguy say "3-time WC Ayrton Senna is dead." I sat straight up in bed, fully awake now. Got up and ran to the VCR to make sure I had it recorded. It was a long day at work, waiting to go home and watch the race. I remember Ratzenberger being killed on Saturday. I remember the big crash at the first start where a wheel flew into the stands. I remember the view from the camera on Schumacher's car as Senna went off track. I remember the camera shot of Senna's head twitch one time, as he sat there dying in his car from the hole in his forehead, waiting for the doctors and that helicopter flight to the hospital. I just don't have the same passion for the races I once did. Sorry all, don't mean to be a downer, I just always get a tear in eye this time of year, the month of May.
Ayrton Senna da Silva, the man I loved to hate.
Ole Senna, obrigado, adeus, bravo.
Hurrah Senna, thank you, goodbye, I salute your bravery.
That was a very accurate description of my own feelings, although I was instead a huge Senna fan.
Just can’t get into it, even thought I do tune in from time to time.